Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ticket , by - Duki. Release date: 21.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Ticket(original) |
| Mami estoy buscandome otro avión |
| Trato de escaparme |
| Siento que soy malo para amar |
| Me duele pensarte |
| Ya no se donde buscar |
| Pa poder encontrarme |
| Pero no me pienso conformar |
| No soy el de antes |
| Fumo y tomo otra pastilla |
| Como para controlarme |
| Se muy bien que hoy no es mi dia |
| Y afuera está que arde |
| Pero yo no soy como esos cobardes |
| Solo dejo que mis hechos hablen |
| Cuántas cosas no dijeron en la cara |
| Y uno después se entera por las espaldas |
| Tire de tres, mami te tumbe la grada |
| Tengo todo y antes no tenía nada |
| Usando ropa que a mi hermano le sobraba |
| Ahora compro lo que quiero, la cosa está cara |
| Estoy vendiendo to' los ticke |
| Toy contando to' los billes |
| Estoy metido en mi business |
| Cómo quieren que no brille? |
| Cómo quieren que no humille? |
| Si yo soy hijo del Guille |
| A ustedes los tengo de bitches |
| Son snitches, los corro a los bifes |
| No saco los rifles |
| Antisocial, inmanejable |
| Metido en mi jet |
| Así no creo que nadie me fiche |
| Escucharon el tema, me pidieron el remix |
| Yo resurgiendo en el trap, como un ave fénix |
| Mi hermano te puede correr por ese par de tenis |
| Ya no hacemos canciones, ahora hacemos pelis |
| Rompiendo el cine mami como fuckin Tarantino |
| Llego después del tour a casa y brindo con los míos |
| Guardando los dólares en el bolso Valentino |
| Le doy bendición y mucho amor a mi enemigo |
| Cuatro horas en el aeropuerto y nueve de vuelo |
| Toy casi muerto y me animo en el cielo |
| Solo dormí dos o tres horas en el suelo |
| Pero estoy listo para ganar el juego |
| Tire de tres, mami te tumbe la grada |
| Tengo todo y antes no tenía nada |
| Usando ropa que a mi hermano le sobraba |
| Ahora compro lo que quiero, la cosa está cara |
| Estoy vendiendo to' los ticke |
| Toy contando to' los billes |
| Estoy metido en mi business |
| Cómo quieren que no brille? |
| Cómo quieren que no humille? |
| Si yo soy hijo del Guille |
| A ustedes los tengo de bitches |
| Son snitches, los corro a los bifes |
| No saco los rifles |
| Antisocial, inmanejable |
| Metido en mi shit |
| Así no creo que nadie me fiche |
| Estoy vendiendo to' los ticke |
| Estoy contando to' los billes |
| Mami estoy en mi business |
| Cómo quieren que no brille? |
| Cómo quieren que no humille? |
| Si yo soy hijo de Guille |
| A ustedes los tengo de bitches |
| Son snitches, los corro a los bifes |
| No saco los rifles |
| Antisocial, inmanejable |
| Metido en mi jet |
| Así no creo que nadie me fiche |
| (translation) |
| Mommy I'm looking for another plane |
| I try to escape |
| I feel like I'm bad at loving |
| it hurts to think of you |
| I don't know where to look anymore |
| to be able to find me |
| But I'm not going to settle |
| I'm not the one from before |
| I smoke and take another pill |
| how to control myself |
| I know very well that today is not my day |
| And it's burning outside |
| But I'm not like those cowards |
| I just let my facts speak |
| How many things didn't they say to your face |
| And one later finds out behind the scenes |
| Pull three, mommy knock down the stands |
| I have everything and before I had nothing |
| Wearing clothes that my brother had left over |
| Now I buy what I want, things are expensive |
| I'm selling all the tickets |
| Toy counting all the bills |
| I'm into my business |
| How do you want me not to shine? |
| How do you want me not to humiliate? |
| If I am the son of Guille |
| I have you as bitches |
| They are snitches, I run them to the steaks |
| I don't take out the rifles |
| antisocial, unmanageable |
| stuck in my jet |
| So I don't think anyone signs me |
| They listened to the theme, they asked me for the remix |
| Me resurfacing in the trap, like a phoenix |
| My brother can run you for that pair of sneakers |
| We don't make songs anymore, now we make movies |
| Breaking movie mommy like fuckin Tarantino |
| I arrive home after the tour and toast with mine |
| Keeping the dollars in the Valentino bag |
| I give blessing and much love to my enemy |
| Four hours at the airport and nine hours on the flight |
| Toy almost dead and I cheer up in heaven |
| I only slept two or three hours on the floor |
| But I'm ready to win the game |
| Pull three, mommy knock down the stands |
| I have everything and before I had nothing |
| Wearing clothes that my brother had left over |
| Now I buy what I want, things are expensive |
| I'm selling all the tickets |
| Toy counting all the bills |
| I'm into my business |
| How do you want me not to shine? |
| How do you want me not to humiliate? |
| If I am the son of Guille |
| I have you as bitches |
| They are snitches, I run them to the steaks |
| I don't take out the rifles |
| antisocial, unmanageable |
| Stuck in my shit |
| So I don't think anyone signs me |
| I'm selling all the tickets |
| I'm counting all the bills |
| Mommy I'm in my business |
| How do you want me not to shine? |
| How do you want me not to humiliate? |
| If I am the son of Guille |
| I have you as bitches |
| They are snitches, I run them to the steaks |
| I don't take out the rifles |
| antisocial, unmanageable |
| stuck in my jet |
| So I don't think anyone signs me |